Spider-man crawled up the wall to the penthouse and crept into his room. Taking his mask off, he fell onto the bed, laughing silently. That should show Thor for putting him through torture, and dissing science. And he had taken enough precautions to ensure he wasn't caught. His bottom tingled at the thought. Oh no, he wasn't going to test out the glove. No way. Quickly changing into pajamas, he crept into bed.
A few hours later Thor's roar broke the silence in the tower. "Avengers, Assemble in the lounge. NOW!" Captain America yelled over the comm.
Peter got out of bed and grinned as he dressed. Today was off to a great start. He ran down to the lounge.
Sure enough, Thor stood in the middle of the lounge waving around Mjolnir. Which was covered in red glitter, and had a pink bow tied around it.
Peter bit back a giggle. Wanda and Pietro were grinning too, and the other adults seemed to be forcing back laughter. Only Thor and Steve weren't. Thor was more upset than Peter had expected, and - Peter gulped when he saw - Cap was furious.
"All right! Who did it?" Steve glared at Tony.
"I didn't!" Tony shrugged and sipped his coffee.
"Clint?" Steve asked.
"Not me, Cap. And kids, I hope you remember messing with a weapon is a spanking offense!" Clint said, and the teens blushed.
"Oh!" Wanda gasped suddenly and the team looked at her, Steve fixing her with a death glare. "Nothing, Cap," she said, and looked down. Steve crossed his arms and continued glaring at her. "Eyes up, Wanda!" he commanded, and Peter felt uneasy.
"Steve," Bruce interrupted. "I think she noticed how the glitter is spread. Narrows the field of suspects a bit." he said, and Wanda sighed in relief. Steve looked at the hammer, and Peter saw his anger practically melt off.
"Ah!" Steve grinned. "It does, in fact." He raised an eyebrow in Peter's direction.
"It has never happened before!" Thor boomed, grinning at Peter. He didn't look upset now.
Peter felt a chill run down his spine as the others turned to him too, with "Wow!"s "Ahhh"s chuckles and grins.
"What, Cap? Why me?" Peter stammered.
Pietro let out a sigh. "Dude, you've been caught red handed." he said, "But, wow, man!"
"What?" Peter said, his voice a little panicky. "What pattern? The glitter is all over!"
"That is exactly what points to you as the culprit, young brother-in-arms!" Thor said, holding out Mjolnir.
Peter took the hammer and turned it around. It was just like the night before, very light compared to how it looked. "Well? It's not like my fingerprints are there!" he shrugged. The team chuckled again.
"Peter, are you saying that you didn't do it?" Tony asked, looking Peter straight in the eyes.
"No. I mean I'm not saying I didn't." Peter answered, looking at his feet. What was going on?
"Pet, there's something you should know, " Steve was grinning now, "but I think that can wait after Mjolnir is clean, and you've been spanked."
Peter winced at the word, then pouted.
"Steve, don't you think that's a little harsh? I mean, what he's done..." - Tony put an arm around Peter's shoulders. It was unexpected, but was what Peter needed right then. He leaned against Tony.
"You don't meddle with another warrior's weapons. You do remember being told that?" Steve asked with his hands on his hips, but his voice gentle.
Peter nodded.
"You remember that I said whoever does it will end up with a sore bottom?" Steve asked in the same gentle voice.
Peter nodded again. At least Cap wasn't glaring at him.
"Discipline is a requirement even for the most worthy warrior!" Thor boomed, and Steve reached out and ruffled Peter's hair gently, while saying "Tony?" Tony sighed.
"Come on, Tarantula!" Tony said, guiding Peter towards the elevator. "Couldn't wait to test out the glove?" He asked, making Peter blush.
"Mr. Stark?" Peter asked as the door closed.
"Yes, Peter?"
"Can't I do something else? Like count the grains of sand in the shaker?" Peter asked in a tiny voice.
"Why? Are you getting a stomachache again?" Tony asked in a quiet voice.
"No." Peter answered. He just didn't want a spanking.
"Are you scared, child?" Tony looked at Peter closely.
"Not really." Peter admitted as the door opened, letting himself be walked down the corridor.
"All right, come on." They were at the discipline room, and Tony led Peter inside.
Tony took a deep breath. Would it be all right to skip the spanking if his stomach was churning? He steeled himself, and said, "Get your jacket and belt off and on that hook, Peter. Let's get this over with," before sitting down on the recliner. He looked at Peter. The boy looked scrawny, and he wouldn't have his super strength once Tony had the glove on.
Peter hung up his jacket and belt and walked to Tony's right. He undid his jeans without being told.
"Good boy," Tony said, then pulled Peter down gently to lie across his lap. He took another deep breath. This was going to be difficult for both of them. Peter crossed his arms and rested his head on them. This was not fair at all.
"It was just a little glitter!" he said, pouting.
"And you're getting just a little spanking." Tony said, hoping he had said the right thing, and patted Peter's bottom. "Raise your hips, Tarantula."
Peter raised his hips and huffed as his pants were pulled down. Tony then pushed up Peter's shirt, and rested a hand on the boy's back. Peter gripped the recliner cushion tightly as Tony touched the waistband of his underpants. Tony rubbed Peter's back and, with barely steady hands, started to pull his underwear down.
Cool air wafted on Peter's bottom, and Tony pulled down the underwear to the middle of his thighs. Peter felt gooseflesh prickle up on his bottom. How was that glove going to feel?
Peter heard a whirring noise and looked up. His bottom was bare, pale pink, and a robotic arm was rolling a glove on Mr. Stark's right hand.
"Mr. Stark, that's creepy!" Peter said. Tony winced. He did not need that right now, but the kid snarked when he was nervous.
"It's convenient. And you looking over your shoulder is really not convenient for what I'm about to do." Tony said, and winced again. Snarking back? The kid and he were alike, all right. But now he had a task to do. "Head down and bottom up, Peter." Tony said, resting the gloved hand on Peter's bare bottom.
Peter put his head down, and Tony smiled as he wiggled his bottom back into position.
"Why are we here, Peter?" Tony asked, remembering Jarvis.
"Because I'm going to be disciplined." Peter answered.
"And how exactly are you going to be disciplined?" Tony asked, steeling himself again and raising his hand.
Ohhhh, Peter thought. "With a spanking." He said, and the first spank landed on his right cheek. Ouch! That stung! Though not like that metal gauntlet!
Tony saw the readout on the glove. It was well within the limits on what Peter could bear. Hopefully, he could get this over soon. He landed another spank on Peter's right cheek.
"Right. Tell me why you're getting spanked, Peter?" Tony asked, spanking each cheek once more.
"Ow! Ow! For spreading glitter on Thor's stupid hammer!" Peter squirmed.
Tony gave him four brisk spanks. "Wrong answer, spiderling. Try again."
"Owwwww! For getting caught, and I still don't know how!" Peter tried to wiggle away from the spanking. "Owwwww!"
"That's wrong too, little genius!" Tony, slowly getting comfortable with the task at hand, gently shifted Peter to prop up his bottom a little more, and landed three spanks to each cheek. Peter's bottom was turning rosy. "Try again!"
"I messed with someone's weapon." Peter said.
"Correct!" Tony agreed, and started spanking Peter steadily, alternating cheeks. Peter kicked. Mr. Stark was making sure that every spank landed in a place he didn't expect, and his bottom was getting warmer by the second.
"Why was it wrong, Spiderling?" Tony asked.
"Because - because, Ouch! he might need it anytime? Owww! And it might not work? Ow, Ow!" Peter kicked harder.
"Correct." Tony said, and clamped a leg over Peter's legs. Peter tensed, waiting for his bottom to get spanked again.
Tony waited for Peter to relax. The instant he relaxed, Tony landed hard spanks, one on each cheek.
"Owwwwwwwww!" Peter held on to the cushion tightly. Those were hard!
"Hang on, now." Tony said, and started spanking Peter hard, leaving a few seconds between spanks while shifting Peter around so that his whole bottom felt the lesson being imparted. Peter started to sniffle. When every inch of Peter's cheeks was as red as he wanted, Tony stopped and gave them a rub. Peter raised his head a little.
"Peter, time to get your undercurve up. A few there, and we're done." Tony said gently, and shifted Peter, and pressed a button to reposition the recliner. Tony rubbed Peter's back again. The boy could take more spanking, but this wasn't a serious offense. They were almost done, thankfully.
"Mr. Stark, I think you've already spanked there, and..." Peter started, but stopped when his undercurve came into prime spanking position. This was going to be awful.
"Dumb inventions. Dumb glove. Dumb old recliner, Dumb hammer." He mumbled, as the first hard spank fell on his left undercurve.
"Owwwwwwww!" Peter wailed, but before he finished his first wail, the next spank landed.
Tony landed four more red hot spanks to the boy's sit spots, and looked at his work. Peter wasn't crying outright, but was quite teary.
He raised his hand, and the arm rolled the glove off. Sagging in relief, Tony rubbed Peter's bottom.
"Shhh, Tarantula. It's over now. Clean slate." He said, and reached for the lotion. "Let's soothe that burn a little."
Peter relaxed a little while lotion was spread on his bottom. It still stung, though. And the sting wasn't dropping away like it did when he was over Cap's lap. Sitting down was out of the question for god knows how long. Who invented spankings anyway? He sank his face into the cushions.
Wasn't he getting a hug? Peter thought suddenly. Maybe he shouldn't expect it. He was fifteen, after all, he thought, reaching for a tissue to dry his eyes.
His pants were pulled up then, and he felt strong arms helping him up, right into a hug.
"I won't forget this, silly little spider." Tony murmured. Peter held on tightly while Tony rubbed his back.
"You all right, Eight Legs?" Tony asked, holding Peter by the chin. Peter nodded, and leaned into Tony's hug again. His bottom was on fire, wasn't healing, but the hug felt good.
Tony held the boy tight. Somehow, spanking the boy's butt had made hugging him easier. Maybe that's why Steve was always cuddling him.
Peter squirmed. Mr. Stark's lap wasn't as muscular as Cap's, and was a little too bony for a freshly-spanked bottom. He could still listen to his chest, though, and that would be good, Peter decided, laying his head on Tony's chest. And felt the hole under his shirt. His eyes flew wide open.
Tony saw Peter, and sighed. It had been easier to retain the casing of the socket than to fill the opening with something when they took the arc reactor out. He wore a cover on it when he was out, but not at home. Now Peter was going to freak out.
Peter didn't freak out, but had gone quiet. The kid was smart enough to figure out what it was, Tony realised. But now he didn't know what to say. Time to change tacks. And call Steve. Or do both, while making the hooligan on his lap laugh.
"Hey, Tarantula?" Tony called quietly.
"Yes, Mr. Stark?" Peter looked at him.
"Steve has a comm in his ear right now. Just in case things went wrong and I needed help. I just need to tell Jarvis to transmit what's going on." Tony said, rubbing Peter's bottom gently. Peter nodded.
"So how about you scream a little?" Tony asked.
"No, no... He'll spank me again for crying wolf or something." Peter shook his head, and rested it on Tony's shoulder.
"I'll take the blame. Now, come on." Tony winked at Peter, then motioned Jarvis to transmit.
"Aaaaaaah! Aaaaaaah, Mr. Stark, please. Aaaaaaah!" Peter screamed, then buried his head on Tony's shoulder. Seconds later, Steve burst into the room, almost out of breath.
"Hey, Steve!" Tony waved as Steve glared at him and Peter muffled his laughter.
"Can't say I'm not happy to see that." Steve smiled at Peter, sat down in the other recliner and patted his lap. "Bottoms up, pet. I want to take a look. See how well that glove worked." He said,
"Cap!" "Steve!" Tony and Peter both protested, but after a look from Steve, Peter laid down over his lap. It wasn't like someone new was seeing his butt, and he wasn't against the idea of giving it some air.
Steve bared Peter's bottom, and the boy blushed. Cap's lap was comforting, however, and his bottom was getting rubbed gently. But then Steve pulled out a little scanner that Bruce used to examine muscles, and Peter stuck his head into the cushion.
"Caaaaaaaap! This is embarrassing." Peter's voice was muffled.
"Seems OK. No harm done," Steve announced, pulled up Peter's pants, pulled him into a cuddle, and kissed his forehead. Then he took a vial out of his pocket.
"Thor gave me this healing potion," he said. "It seems Jane Foster has taken it, so it's safe."
"It's OK?" Peter asked back, looking at Tony as well.
"Yes." Both men answered. "You're worthy of healing, Tarantula!" Tony said and Steve chuckled. Peter uncorked it and looked around uneasily.
"Bottoms up, Tarantula." Tony said. Peter pouted at him, but downed the potion. He felt his bottom heal instantly, and a second later, felt incredibly drowsy. "Go to sleep, pet." Steve said, holding him against his chest. "There's a lot to do once you wake up." What was going on, Peter wondered as he fell asleep.
Peter woke up in his own bed, feeling exceptionally good. The potion had taken care of the remaining vestiges of the previous day's workout too.
"You are to go to Captain Rogers' office immediately, Peter." Jarvis announced. Peter took a moment to clean up and walked down.
He knocked on Cap's door, and was called in. He opened the door hesitantly. Mr. Stark was sitting across the desk from Cap, and Thor was there, to his surprise. Peter walked to the desk a little nervously.
"Sit down, young man." Cap beamed at him. Tony motioned to the chair next to him. Peter sat down, and Thor laid a heavy hand on his shoulder.
"Jarvis, let's have the videos. Starting from the crater, everyone who tried their hand at Mjolnir." Tony ruffled Peter's hair as he spoke, and Peter looked at the holoscreen that opened up.
Ten minutes later, Peter looked around at the men, fidgeting and pale.
"Mjolnir has found you worthy, young warrior. You will possess all the power of Thor!" Thor boomed, and Peter looked down. What did that even mean?